Writing

Small Town

Text by Christopher Young, 2012-16

My sleepless plane landed just before six in the morning. It was pitch black and extremely cold outside so I stayed in the airport, had breakfast and nervously drank a few coffees waiting for the sun to rise.

Text by Christopher Young, 2013

Listless Normality

Text by Paola Anselmi, 2015

Seven square kilometres on the North Island of New Zealand. Young was born in this small town. A small town, whose identity although hidden, mirrors thousands like it. A small town with its own history, its own ...

You can’t get there from here

Text by David Bromfield, 2015

Christopher Young begins small town with a beautifully ‘timeless’ image of an ancient gate and a loading ramp for sheep and cattle. Mist dissolves the outlines of the grasses, hedge and trees that cover them. There is no way in or out of the field beyond.

The Trophy

Text by Lance Hyde, 2013

As viewers we rarely stop to analyse or examine, what it is we are actually consuming when it is presented as a photographic image. We know what we like, and we know what we know, but we really don’t know how to interpret what an artist, is presenting to us?

Text by Christopher Young, 2012

Nothing to see here...

Text by Christopher Young, 2009

Just as there is no such thing as objective history, there is also no real truth in photography. Both are coloured – consciously or otherwise – by the social, psychological, ideological and emotional traits of the historian, artist and spectator.

How to look/see

Text by Christopher Young, 2009

The object is a symbol. It is rendered as the artist sees it but it is not exclusive to that view point. The viewer, whilst looking at an image of an apple, likely knows what an apple is and how it appears from other view points than that shown.

Stains

Text by David Bromfield, 2008

Christopher Young is not interested in photography, not, at least, in the media-based art form in which good and bad photographs coincide neatly with good and bad art and one picture is worth a thousand words.

Whispers

Text by Paola Anselmi, 2008

It is often challenging and always a privilege to be invited into someone’s private inner world, to be able to identify with a body of work by way of its original intent, to be privy to the reasons that fuel the initial investigation of a topic or a theme.